Was at work and having a chat with boyfriend.

oh fuck.

Happy 2009, people!

Am I a little too late? 

New year, another year. Oddly it does not make me feel like its new year. It felt like another day except that perhaps we have to write 2009 instead of 2008.

and question of the year, should I change to blogspot?
I realise how freaking easy to upload picture there since I started colouruntitled .

I love the lemon though. sigh. decisions, decisons.

Happy New Year people. :)

strolling slowly, 

leaping happy,

strutting high,

or it can be one step at a time.

I just had a passionfruit.

The first spoonful was beyond sour, 

a little sweetness after a while

and oddly slight bitter taste at the end.

and where does 'life is a box of chocolate' or 'life is bed of roses' come from?

Next someone might tell me life tastes just like a passionfruit.

Human are like onions sometimes, I read somewhere recently.

We layered ourselves. I can't stop agreeing how true.

Layers and layers of it, we did to ourselves.

Some of us layered ourself with clothes, jacket, shirts.

While some layered ourself with thoughts, happy thoughts, confusing thoughts.

Also, some of us layered with expressions. Blank ones, Happy ones, Numb ones.

Others could be layered with expectations. Highers ones, lowers ones.

Some could layered with hopes and dream. High hopes. Dreams to achieve.

Some could be layered with imaginations. Wild ones, unexpected ones.

Funny how it stings our eyes everytime we peel one layer of it off. 

We are all made out of something. As cliche that might sound

Some of us are made out of gold, richer than most

Some of us are made out of diamond, more precious than others

Some of us are made out of glass, a little sharp yet fragile

Some of us are made out of metal, hardy but mouldable

Some of us are made out of love, wearing the heart at the sleeves sometimes finger.

Some of us are made out of lights, brighter than the moonlight

Do you have any idea what you are made out of? 

7 days to go.

I really can't contain my excitement.

I can't stop wondering will you be as excited as I am?
but knowing you, I guess you are.

Will we both jumped onto each other

or will we just stand and smile understandingly with each other

or will we give each other a hug with no words exchange?

That aside, I just can't wait to see you.